I thought I knew these views
But they've become
Rarefied by snow which hides away
All subtleties of colour
Flattering all shapes
To children's sketches.
Sheep, so much a part of any field,
Stand starkly silhouetted in the cold;
A solitary rabbit on the hill
Leaps for cover
A giant flea across a king-size quilt.
Only the movement of the train
Gives any sense of life,
Each station halt refracted to a
Picturesque deployment of itself.
Architectural features soften
In the lurking snow which clings
Like summer weeds
To every ledge.
Occasional bright colours break the trance
Of endless monochrome
But for now
The world is black and white.
Brian Hick January 2010
©copyright S Hick January 2022
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